The Greek's Pregnant Bride

She’d been a revelation.

And now he got to experience and taste her all over again.

But this time there would be no pain. Only pleasure.

Wrapping an arm around her and cradling the back of her head with his other hand, he pulled her flush against him and slanted his mouth over the soft, plump lips he’d spent the past two months dreaming about.

She sighed into him and rested her hands on his shoulders, her nails digging into him as her lips parted to allow his tongue to sweep into her warmth.

He stroked her back, up and down, exploring the silky skin anew, then down her sides to the top of her stockings.

She broke the kiss, nuzzling her mouth against his jaw and down into his neck, her hair tickling him.

‘You taste divine,’ she murmured, the first words she’d uttered since she’d left the bathroom.

made his chest

gently so he could look

her face, and she leaned forward to kiss him, deeply, passionately,

undid it. She released her hold on him, enabling him to pull the

hands could cup them perfectly, everything about them. Pregnancy had swollen them. He

world who knew Alessandra’s breasts were the palest part of her

because his child was growing inside her that these small, subtle changes

head and captured one of those beautiful, dusky nipples in his

fingers through his hair, arching her back to thrust her chest forward

the small of her back to steady her, his free hand roaming until he found the clasp of her suspenders. Before he released it he stroked

he was shocked to find himself all thumbs, the deftness he’d acquired over the years gone. It was as if he’d never tried

kissed her, filling his senses with her sultry, sweet

and leaned forward, using his strength to lay her flat on her back. The movement caused the bed sheet to fall from his lap, freeing his erection which brushed against her

at her, noting everything, from her short,